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Waffenion corp

After the fall of the old government of the nation Kavaska and the establishment of a fascist government, the great franchise Waffenion corp started to invest 300% more in factories and infrastructure improvements in Kavaska because according to "Romey Vonnegut" current ceo of the company. "The new fascist government is more willing to invest and buy waffenion corp weapons as it would be an extremely efficient way to get new generation weapons without spending resources and money to import weapons from other countries."

The "WARP" plan aims to build 300 new infantry weapons and explosives factories in kavaska industrial zones, increase the company's forgotten land infrastructure and decrease the export of weapons produced in Kavaska so the weapons will be cheaper and the arms government of Kavaska will be even more willing to buy the weapons from the company.

Crime Rate and Taliban While rural areas are getting more popular such as Maidan-Shahr, crime continues to rise in Kolkata and Herat, becoming the 121th dangerous city in the world, while it's No.7 in Conch Kingdom. Also the Taliban are starting to attack in southern Kandahar and bombing tropical areas like Andaman and Nicobar

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Chapter 1: The First Book of Rikor

"From the petulant curse, the existence of pain derives from the greatest pleasures that man can face. With a smile and affection, Our lives teeter on the boring expanse of an unknown reality.

Because man is born from a fertile womb. In the garden he wandered freely. Because it is a primitive beast perched on the ground of its birth.

In the wake of cosmic dismay, the truth of generations has been shattered. In the last hope, She has become the shadow of Our gaze. They were forever linked in the goal. It was born from the feeling and has become Our only need.

The need that every man and woman has sculpted. Some say that the truth is what creates a goal. Man is the result of His design. His intervention in the interference in the life of all things.

But for life, we cannot assert the purpose of His purpose. His intention seduces us. We can only glimpse it because He alone carries the inevitable truth of Our great confession.
To speak evil of the ways of God, that is faithful.

For He is betrayal. He is unrighteous. Yet, He is all we crave. He is Our promise. He is yourself.
A systemic folklore of maiden truth born from inner worship.

The decadence that He allows is but part of the ultimate confession. For we all stem from Our very soul. In that darkest dungeon, religion is practiced by a few.

They stem tied down upon ancient vessels that carve and crack the fabric of long forgotten roads. For we were hurt. We were broken. Yet in that call, the compromise had reached us.

The half-blind, so they call it, are but the creation of stupor that stands before Man itself. Lucid history forms the backbone of Our creation. Of the All’s creation. From serf to merchant, from bishops to high kings, we are all at the early stage of judgment. Our collective fate is waning on crusade.

It will boil into rotting corpses before feasting crows. What for what? What legacy is there to a man dead in mud?

The “Guard” or so they call it. It sat on the edge of a frontier while the ancients clashed. It would become an aristocratic conspiracy that shattered the state of what He forged. The First Father. This stems in contrast to what is perceived about Our world creator.

For if Man is free in his mind and body; He can surely make the attempt to resist such bounds? A guard has no place, but to defend. For it is a fallacy. It was a ruin that we tell ourselves to encourage a face free from the chaos We were birthed and what We make.

Two kings within Man clash. Their cohorts march across the river that stems Our very soul, and battle for the dominance of what is but mere ruin. When man is born, He is impure. He is of Her bond.

Our bulwarks are of Her impure intent.

A goddess-daughter, who, in Her fathers will, took occasion to pour the vice of man. The flesh you call a temple, is rendered in unity with the corruption that prevents Our salvation. For attempts can only be made by man to cleanse the pollution.

And the very “guard” who sits idly by, watches in amusement. A face of smirking grandeur as the smoldering ash of burning embers lay upon the rotten corpses that lay from river bank to the rustic seas of expanse. The revolt can reach Him. In the sounds of clanking iron, broken bones wail out in the screams of dying men.

And yet, He does nothing.

The siege engines of fate crash again and again. For the battlements of kings stand to test the fortune of their foe. And yet, He does nothing. Wives see their children torn from their breast.

Their birth being used for the endless slaughter against the poor. And yet, He Does nothing.

He Is nothing.

But for man, He is what they crave. The eyes of all people are upon us. God’s created paradise and so we bow. We falter to speak. From their actions to their voices, they cry out to him in song and prayer.

He fails to be tarnished, even as a martyr king they celebrate his joyful dominion over Their struggles.

The drums of His voice echo through the clouds.

The rain brings forth the day in which all life calls home. In His breath, the coursing air brings forth the blood that breeds life itself.

Without His embrace, We are but nothing?

We are of life and death, good and evil. Curses were turned upon each of us. From the God’s own words, they beacon harmony and peace, but are written in blood and cinder.

For in His folly, man was born. His one regret.

We are doomed to be forever lost. From screech, the drums of his voice echoed among us.
Death became a necessary end. It rises. It shall be met. For in Our despised gazes and hallowed voices, we accept despite Our cry. Yet, even if one is to perish, their story will not be forgotten.

For the truest warriors of Our world are never forgotten by their own kind.

Those vulgar, sweet, hateful, and caring. They mark the beginning of us.

For in the nature we came, we return to it. For when Our mother called, we dream of that beautiful city. Their calls of wealth are holy. For all is His, For all men are prized. All actions are honored.

And yet, we should have been cast.

Slaves to dark and malicious intent that breeds the decay of Our bonds. Our very souls were stolen. Yet, what is so simple in life?

For life is met with the ash of burning desire. Man, festering in his wants, his needs, and his pleasures, became a spectator of life.

To escape from the suffering. The conquering forest that formed the great river must be broken. From heavenly sphere to cosmic wonder, man reaches for more than he can understand.

In man’s image the world is shaped. From sword and shield, to brick and hoe, man shapes the world once destined for the rule of Gods.

Their providence long reigned, and in its place, the destinies of man sheltered for rebirth.
In Their treason, before the Sun, radiant in its warmth, is quiet and forever stationary, the clouds holding back its powerful gaze. That was then, when mischievous Gods ruled the depths of the land.

The lost eternity, manifested in a body of hatred. From this world, we were purged and before we stood in cleansing fire. A world of cinder. Those who saw the skies bleed, were titans before the solar abyss. For they cleansed all that was an affront to His power, His prestige, and His birthright.

Upon the frost blade, born in blood we touched the bloodshed, the planet was left desolate.

The light returned to the world in the First Age, the First of the righteous arrived in the name of salvation. Blessed as the children of the Father.

Our Father. The fire of His heart beats within all.

For Man can sympathize with all, including the suffering of all.

For the Age of the Kath is a punishment they bear. A punishment they bring. For in this tale.

You shall wrought shame and bear witness to what that is. The shame and the sign of the Grand Order of Kathricore..."

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Well actually, we banned planes...